Saturday, June 25, 2005

Not that I spent a lot of time planning what I was going to be when I grew up, but I can't remember a day that I planned to be a mother of disparate tropical birds.

Michael has been in, laughing at me and his little brother and sister.

I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "When I married your father, Jason was 18. I thought I was beyond this."

"You can't escape it," he said.

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